SCOFFER

A wise son heareth his father's instruction,

But a scorner heareth not rebuke.

Proverb 13 - 1

Scoffer

He's running hard this little brother,

a ticking clock will win the race.

He has no peace, is never still,

he scoffs considering wealth his cover.

You die, that's it, I've had my fill,

end of, no other life.

Our mortal flesh will rot away,

this nightmare begins with a final day.

Eternal darkness, captives scream and cry,

blind terror, now aware that the soul doesn't die.

But hands that once reached for a tiny child,

now join in prayer for this drowning soul.

Abba - hosanna (save now) let him live,

melt his heart with Holy fire,

drag his soul from the filth and mire.

Burn away the dross,

turn his wealth to loss,

bring him down on his knees,

use the rod till he bleeds.

Abba - hosanna (save now)

T. Hills

2013

How good is the Grace that chases after us all the days of our life in this world,

we shall dwell in the house of God for all eternity.

Translation from Hebrew of Psalm 23

(by Jacob Prasch - Hastings UK)